He looked around, of course the blanket was thrown over a chair across the room, and his wand was in his pants, wherever those had ended up. But if she was cold, he needed to fix that. "Yea, one second," he hopped up quickly and grabbed the blanket before climbing back into the bed next to her and wrapping them both up in it. George pulled her back into his chest and wrapped an arm around her. He never understood why blokes seemed so against the cuddling part, since after a round like that he pretty much wanted to just sleep, and this was the easiest, quickest, and most satisfying way to achieve that.
After a few moments the was a bounce at the end of the bed, and George groaned, knowing exactly what the precluded. "Incoming," he whispered. "Just pretend you're dead, and he'll leave you alone. At least for five minutes before he tries again." A second later a cold nose touched his cheek and he burried his face more in her hair. Gidget butted his head against George's shoulder, but when he got no response, he trotted around to the other side and tried at Ally instead.